Last week we had a lovely few days away in South Wales. On Wednesday afternoon the sun was shining, and the sky was a glorious clear blue, so we drove the winding road up into the Black Mountains in the Brecon Beacons National Park. Ragged sheep, in dire need of shearing, dotted the steep rugged mountainsides, and in the distance we could see Welsh mountain ponies. From high above us, but invisible against the vivid blue of the sky, came the song of a skylark, welcoming the approach of summer. But the real treat of the afternoon, was the appearance of a pair of Red Kites, wheeling close above our heads, and then gliding in ever wider circles as they sought the lifting air of the thermals. As they faded into the distance, we could see not two but four circling ever higher, until they finally disappeared from view.